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Chapter 13

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"Um excuse me sir," I put the box on the counter, "will these make my dick bigger?"

The pharmacist didn't know what to do. His jaw dropped and he just stared at me blankly. Blake was standing on the side trying not to laugh.

"I'm just kidding, I don't really have a dick," I said laughing.

There was an old lady on the other side of me and he looked confused.

"I really don't have a penis, I promise," I said to her.

She still looked confused.

"I'm serious. Do you wanna see?"

I positioned my hands to unbutton my shorts, but she walked off.

•in my head•
I'm going to hell!

At this point Blake's face was red from laughing, which made me laugh.

"Okay but seriously, what will happen to me if I take these? Does my vagina get bigger? Will the lips swell? Will the clitoris fall off? Will it shrivel up? Will I get sick? Will I die? What?"

I asked all these questions trying not to laugh, but it was too late for Blake. There were tears streaming down his face.

"You know what, it doesn't even matter. I'll just get them anyway," I said smiling.

The pharmacist hadn't said a word the entire time. He was still just standing there with his mouth open. I paid for the pills and we left.

"I can't believe you just did that," Blake said still laughing when we got in the car.

"You bet me to do that!" I said laughing back.

"Yeah, but I didn't know you would do all of that," he said.

"I had to kick it up a notch--make it funnier, ya know?"

"Well it worked, because it was funny as hell."

He smiled as he put his seatbelt on. Ya know, I just realized how attractive this guy really is. I mean, I always thought he was, but for some reason, today, he's extra cute. I don't know.

"So, what now?" I asked.

"Let's get something to eat."


We pulled up to a restaurant. I wasn't really paying attention to the name or anything. We decided to sit outside since it was a nice day. After we ordered, we talked for a little while.

"So," he started, "what did you do that was so bad for your dad to send you here? If you don't mind me asking."

I didn't really wanna tell him because we just met. I didn't want him to think I was some kinda bad ass.

"I've fucked up A LOT and I guess my dad was just sick of my shit," I said trying to swerve this question.


"Well recently, I uh, got into a fight with a girl at a basketball court. My parents weren't too proud," I said kind of embarrassed.

He chuckled.

•in my head•
Oh god.

"What happened?" he asked with a half smile.

"Okay, I took my niece to the basketball court because she wanted to play with some neighborhood kids. This ratchet ass hoe came outta nowhere being reckless and shit. So my niece came crying to me saying some girl threatened to 'knock her out.' So I went to confront her, she swung to hit me in the face, but she missed. That pissed me off, so I kinda pounced on her, and fought her. Shit was crazy."

"And how old is your niece?"

"She's fucking six. I wasn't gonna let a grown ass woman threaten her like that," I said.

"You're very protective, I see," he said.

"Oh yeah. Very."

"So what else have you done to make your dad so angry?"

"I went to this party one night and nobody but my brother knew. I snuck in the house around 2 a.m. I was really high and I was drunk, which pissed my dad off cuz he's hella religious," I said.

"Wow! And how old are you?" he asked with a little shock in his voice.


"If you're only 20, how do you get so much alcohol?"

"I either get someone else to buy it, i sweet talk bartenders, I persuade people that I'm 21, and if all that fails I have a fake I.D." I said with a proud smile.

"You, my friend, are a piece of work," he said shaking his head.

"I know," I sighed.

We started eating and didn't day anything for a while. But that didn't last long.

"So how long will you be in LA?" he asked.

"I'll be here until the middle of August."

"We should hang out again sometime," he suggested.

"I don't think you wanna get involved with a girl like me. You're like, an NBA superstar, you don't need to be hangin' with a troublemaker."

"I'll be the judge of that. Plus I like a challenge."

He smirked at me, then winked.

•in my head•
Damn, that was sexy.

I looked at my phone and it was 10:00. How the fuck was it this late already. I had 20 text messages and 10 missed calls. I didn't feel like checking them, so I set the phone down on the table. I probably should get home though because I do have rehearsal in the morning.

My phone vibrated and when I looked down, I saw that Caroline texted me.

caroline💃: rehearsal @ 8. don't be late.

"The fuck," I said out loud.

"What's wrong?" Blake asked.

"My dance instructor just texted me saying we have rehearsal at 8," I said with annoyance in my voice.

"I should probably get you home then."

We left and he took me home. When we got to my house, I rushed out the car.

"Hold on, I'll be right back."

I ran in the house, got a sharpie and ran back to the car.

"You have to sign this! Don't question it, just sign," I said giving him the box of pills.

"You serious?" he asked laughing.

"Dead ass," I laughed back.

He signed it and I thanked him. I think I wanted him to sign it to remind me of this day.

"I had fun today," I finally said.

"Me too. So can we do this again?" he asked.

"I would love to. Just text me whenever," I said.

I got out the car and walked back in the house. I smiled when I realized how much fun I had today. Maybe this summer won't be that bad.

I walked in my room and put the box on my dresser. I changed into red hello kitty shorts and a white tank top. Then I heard someone walk in.

"Hey boo, did you have fun?" Demia asked.

"Yes I did."

She got really quiet so I assumed she left until I turned around.

"Uh Briana, why do you have a box of male enhancement pills?" she asked with a confused look on her face.

I looked down and laughed.

"You wouldn't understand."

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